There’s a bit of a misconception on what relationships should be like when we’re young. We tend to get so caught up in love with each other and so impatient with wanting to start our lives with our significant other that we start treating our relationship like a marriage. We hold expectations,

A few months ago, I went on an underwhelming date. He was handsome and polite, but there was something off — a slow-boiling rage simmering somewhere beneath his Vineyard Vines fleece. It bubbled up when he mentioned how he hadn’t gotten into Princeton, how he worked twice as hard as his siblings,

“I am a tortured soul of sorts. I am a songwriter looking for her muse.”This is how I began my “Immodest Proposal,” a note I shared with 100 of my Facebook friends. In it, I beseeched them to become my yentas, like in Fiddler on the Roof. I implored them to help me find “all-encompassing,

I had always blamed myself. It wasn’t until I hit university, later than the average age, that I started to actually unpack what happened.I had moved out when I should have been in high school. An unstable home life and a mother with mental health issues put me in a pretty chaotic way of life.

When I was 24, I decided against using hormonal birth control or getting an abortion unless absolutely medically necessary. At that time, I was dating and having sex with a man for about six months. We always used condoms, but that did not completely eliminate the possibility that I could